Poppy

The sand sea is warm

Full of frosty lakebites

A beggar of hopeful melancholy

Imbued in nostalgic reverence

Poppy field icy snowflakes

Lakes of midnight rides

Till the peonies bloom afloat

My sugarcane smile

Of off white dusty Mondays

Till I reach the sand sea

Full of choir and musings

Till the lakes run wild

My warm and dusty deaths

Phoenix like it flies

Memories of open wide flies

The dusty sea bed

The nostalgic pent house

A beggar of throny musings

Till it reaches the poppy field high.